“In their censures of luxury the fathers are extremely minute and circumstantial; and among the various articles which excite their pious indignation, we may enumerate false hair, garments of any colour except white, instruments of music, vases of gold or silver, downy pillows, white bread, foreign wines, public salutations, the use of warm baths, and the practice of shaving the beard, which, according to Tertullian, is a lie against our own faces, and am impious attempt to improve the works of the Creator.” MayUseFacesLyingFatherWhitePracticeHistoryMinutesHairGoldInstrumentsWineVariousCreatorWarmBreadLuxuryColourSilverArticlesBathsBeardPillowGarmentsPiousRoman EmpireIndignationCensureShavingVasesSalutationsWhite Bread Book:The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Source: The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire
“It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges under cars, or stiff glass bottle still in hand, hair soft on greasy pillows, still it is news she cannot follow love (his burning footsteps in blue crystal snow) & still come out all right.” StillsHandsPassionCarHairThousandNewsBlueGlassesTrackSnowBurningBridgesBottlesCrystalsPillowFootstepsSteersRailroadsRailroad Tracks Author:Diane di Prima
“Heads in the Women's Ward On pillow after pillow lies The wild white hair and staring eyes; Jaws stand open; necks are stretched With every tendon sharply sketched; A bearded mouth talks silently To someone no one else can see. Sixty years ago they smiled At lover, husband, first-born child. Smiles are for youth. For old age come Death's terror and delirium.” YearsFirstsChildrenEyeAgeLyingBornWhiteYouthHairLoversHusbandMouthsYears AgoTerrorOld AgeStaringNecksSixtyPillowDeliriumWhite Hair Author:Philip Larkin
“The temptation is to stay inside; to subside into the kind of recluse whom neighborhood children regard with derision and little awe; to let the hedges and weeds grow up, to allow the doors to rust shut, to lie on my bed in some gown-shaped garment and let my hair lengthens and spread out over the pillow and my fingernails to sprout into claws, while candle wax drips onto the carpet. But long ago I made a choice between classicism and romanticism. I prefer to be upright and contained—an urn in daylight.” KindChildrenLittlesLongMadeLyingChoicesGrowsGrowing UpDoorsHairBedRegardSpreadTemptationAweNeighborhoodWeedCandleLong AgoCarpetPillowGarmentsRomanticismDaylightClawsRustGownsSproutsFingernailsRecluseDerisionClassicism Author:Margaret Atwood
“He was a super shiny boy and I liked the shape of him. Under the blanket. In the shower. I liked his shadow on the street and his imprint on the sofa. I hated the smell of hair gel on his head, but I loved it on the pillow. I love the smell of losing someone.” BoysStreetsHairShapesLosingShadowSmellHatedShowersPillowBlanketSofasLosing SomeoneHair Gel Book:Namedropper Source: Namedropper